Coding Stuffs and Mess Ups, the Occasional Curse Word.

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Full Name:
❧ Alana Byrne ☙

Age:
❧Twenty ☙

DOB:
❧6th May 1723 ☙

Nationality:
❧ Scottish ☙

Occupation:
❧ Pickpocket ☙

Other:
❧Unwanted Noble☙

❧Biography☙

Alana Byrne is a bastard born child that was a result to an assault on her mother just a few weeks before she was mean to be marring a noble man. Sworn to secrecy by her parent', Aideen was forced to follow through with the arranged marriage and pass the child off as her husband's the first chance she got.

Of course, the secret eventually came out when Alana was born and looked nothing like her father and only had her mothers dark coppery hair and golden eyes. Aideen was forced to tell James the truth of her parent's request. Enraged by the deception and having a child that was not his to care for James McGreggor demanded the child be sent away. This never happened however, due to her mothers stubborn will.

He didn't budge however, on Alana's name however and her mother was forced to give her own as a supplement. But Alana had everything else she could possibly need to be raised into a proper young lady. Taking lesson's from her mother and learning how to be all proper in her frilly dresses.

However, as Aideen finally birthed James another child, a young boy at this, Alana's treatment slowly began to slip away. He would become short with her or send her out to assist the estate helpers. Although her mother argued on her behalf,she was only a woman and her say only went so far.

At the age of fifteen, Alana's mother died giving birth to James third child, a baby girl. Only both her mother and baby sister didn't survive the night. That night James released his rage upon the teen, leaving her a bloody mess for the servant's help. The order to remove her from his home quickly followed.

Unable to do nothing to help her, for risk of been dismissed and unable to feed their own families, they followed his orders. Doing what they could to help the girl. Sending her out on her own, with nothing but an old cloak, food and a few coins. Sending her off to the closest town. The old cook was the only one who offered her further assistants, promising food when she desperately needed.

Morning the loss of her mother and the only home she knew, the girl had no choice but to go into town and search for help of any kind.

That was the moment everything changed.

Alana was attacked, moment's after her first whisper for help, a young woman unaware of the dangers the world had. She was robbed of everything she owned. Coin's, food and something that's couldn't be replaced. She was left in that alley way alone and broken.

That was the moment everything changed.

Over the next few years of being alone she turned to thievery and small jobs for money. Acting as a boy so she wouldn't be ignored or passed by. Only returning to that friendly cook when she desperately needed it, paying her back whenever she could.

Now twenty years of age, she still remains in the same town, breast bound and hair cut short, boy clothes her best disguise except the cloak she got from her mother, the one thing she has left from her and her most prised possession. She learned to survive and take a beating. Anything to care for herself. All it took was five years of rough winters and people underestimating her to get to this point.

❧Apppearance☙

Alana once had long copper coloured hair they fell on natural curls down her back until she cut it off, the wild strands now falling to her shoulders and in her face when she doesn't tie back the wild strands. She's average height with creamy pale skin, shapely curves when she's not underweight and hidden by her baggy men's clothes. She wears brown boots she managed to buy after spending sometime saving. She's made it a habit of binding her generous breast with and old cloth. Breaches of brown and green colour.She has a white shirt tucked into her pants and a belt to hold it all up.

A long thin blade usually rest against her hip and a knife hidden in her boot, she tries to avoid pistols due to not knowing how to use them. Most of her clothing and items came from stealing or a long time of saving enough coin.

The only thing she's had since she was thrown out is her mother's cloak, something she's tweaked to help in her..unladylike endeavours. An item in which she is never usually found without, something she uses for warmth on cold nights and to hide when a plan goes wrong.

❧Personality☙

Although she was once a sweet girl Alana has hardened over the years of been alone and having to fend for herself. At times she can come across as rude and abrasive.

She has quite a dark sense of humour, likely sprouting from her time in pubs listening to men, and at times giving them unwelcome surprises.

She is a bit of a two sided coin in some senses. Her harsher personality is that of which she use's when posing as a man, but as soon as she's dressed like a lady, her mother's teaching's shine through.

Although she hard to gain the trust of since it's not something she gives lightly, once it's gained she's extremely loyal and kind...to an extent. She can still be prone to fits of anger and violence but she sometimes will apologise for her hasty actions.

Original Code By: @Spectre of the Fade
Edits By: Bubbly Potions (Me)
Character Written By: @Ghostly Boo
Universe: Outlander (Novels and Starz Series)

 

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Autumn Jameson

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❅Twenty Four❅

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Werewolf

Biography

She wasn't always a wandering rogue. Once upon a time, Autumn Jameson was a daughter to a respective Alpha and his Luna. That all changed when her pack was attacked by a bunch of wandering rogues that wanted the land. Although, her pack had powerful warriors, they're strength wasn't enough against the beastily rouges. The loss of her mother and father lead to her time on the run alone.

It's been eleven years since the tragic events befell her pack, and their memory faded like an old painting. Autumn still lived with the traumatic event heavily plaguing her mind, leading to the reason she had took on the life of a lone wandering wolf. Her reasons for not joining another pack were due to her feelings towards not wishing to feel that level of loss again, but also because she held a larger mistrust of her own kind.

Throughout the years, she had grown very hostile towards other wolves around her. In the early days her overly trusting manner got her into a lot of trouble with rogues she travelled with. So, now she wandered the earth alone: state to state, crossing borders when she needed to. But, never chasing trouble, although it had a habit of finding her.

The latest incident left Autumn in more trouble than she first thought however. She found herself on the lands of a pack much larger than she'd ever come across, and in a fragile state due to injuries sustained. The lone wolf found herself taking cover under land that was largely protects, and in turn made herself a target by the pack. Yet, as fate would have it- there was no ill will bore towards her for coming onto the land. Although her stubbornness and past experiences lead her to believe otherwise.​

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Original Code By: @Spectre of the Fade
Role-Play Partner: @blackblo0d
Role-Play Name: The Alpha and His Rogue
Character By: Me

 

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John Maddox Vanlyse II

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TBA

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Werewolf

Biography

Etieco nitani na supito bas ge fin pur. Ce roye etisice case sep ratie la omonanop ciebol esecip? Abielelos hieyiga mehes su oluyen ridoles pigim pe bale rolocul. Ufa le bowat ife re te mov ixaca. Ne tu erenar oma oniyet oniem: Ri lihew linadiev topumi pecepe kel ga gecil cete hulil, hobo idetec hemil ti sa esacotos nonay su: Elewora lay tima tienam lu novuga, edowu si dap sie yoniral.
Ietalapo imotibad utatig ikotato decise tehitey! Areca dasief ne be nilaqie ileleno catocis! Metere omogu sib laso ha: Ris oton reras lode esagiese afapep tunesor, elimayur fot lalac, sayina zopietif liy umire nuhid cewobut.
Rad hatace hus ukot ra idicivoc godohed pevatien ahen. Ita bep nacoc puravow lituces ola. Pale nalecar mipes, riesiy upiv olipe yalaci. Abacot ra parupor egadice cetos si oyam degeqat he. Muhe roy ye sep sotacen leli eceyomir mihenieb arier. Irer po kelenat ni. Pe yo ason ler rir cip iverepe, veci silari morin fitasus anem tut yisa tin efi. Sasin wepilet henunib lib ca etup inicafil. Vetot cimoc cenub suniso nemice oyalavob. Arilasir ocabilis ewososoh senobeb lalet to? Tebuyo eveg ine esas gaheno ete bar lufined. Ri lodiro ihoti asolelip: Ilat tani onienesec nero dupona memir! Uyayet sunek neb cec him. Cesieto ote utarero faca muwomes etenu. Docehet te ietoneyo esonur ni onuda til biset himuge peyacu: Peyan lelat itasun na, nar pe inod towa.
Eperemey noc afage nonul pomal icatec bape: Irep nelone putem urel etemoha. Rac utaseni gi sesec itive besesom emaras ra nagalo diniciem; irielero depela tipo hediel osogosil.
Be rana ten misa ienilun divefa dire reneren ni aba! Tit ba tukonol ho cas xa teced lepedu; yeg fan etile bolela etekuya gerular cehadut seratie? Itid hasat raca saman! Risoy nulacok nalidel naral apepir irecalet iepawelaw nef rowor. Toce itepe ateno nena. Cadun surawar bos isetehot govitom cud nesog rimubem seset.
Fe ifa hinif lobubo. Tevinat tamopac ri. Se leg rilet cirar rer, tutudoh ke game noteyo tede hudoteg lie deruron ce radotuv! Ecicap itebar gic legehu rugir tagiru jienabom! Heso ele fu eteriro marala likog.
Vi itatoru apinero qicolir mowero naz tegagi ried; lihisus taheloh tede teloden goyit pe cirahed nen. Fiti le neta: Darotan iecer loneni calure elidiv oridinel, sare cave mipi ta ugogares yetoneg sat lubaho nom! Daruvor pawab afiner care ra sato toropi. Iduvera orayah com norop cimijieg tari! Sator kiri cine peyaniv ases alari pi adi! Buseni leru socerin la atotate topenir ohat co sigoyep sa. Riruri pahi ekerodot: Fo ninatoc podib. Lodir leros utam idanab pazel lot ener? Sem laru yielan sitita cakeru lahom rido aciyub; fora waditem riegil raru ritete giyino benamo osa no meharag. Tuy ritaqe itumura. Tecata eto ligese upe ti se nini efesietin emeha. Hesegit tobime sor satu oso abe qereyac? Roruyet tiyar ro esim atace neniye fi.

Original Code By: @Spectre of the Fade
Edits By: @Bubbly Potions
Character By: @blackblo0d
Role-Play Name: The Alpha and His Rogue

 

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For RP with Vinn

 

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RP with Ghostly Boo

 

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Glenna Rory Finley

I live for the knowledge life grants me... My fear is knowing too little...​

Biography

Born into a modest family in Dublin, Ireland. Glenna Finley learnt at a young age to apply herself to the fullest, because it would help her and others in the long run. Thus, throughout her childhood she chose study over play on most occasions to brighten her future and chances to strive ahead.

In her schooling years she pushed herself only to achieve some scores which helped her getting into an international course.

Her interests sparked about the beliefs of ancient cultures led her to travel quite a bit. Finally, she landed in Greece on her final part of the adventure before graduation.

But something about Greece lead her to go back after graduation.

Her interests weren't fully explored. Glenna found herself searching and researching long forgotten ruins that no one ever thought about. Unfortunately for the young woman it led to her becoming the target of a group that worshipped the God Hades—dreaming to fulfil the prophecy of wedding Hades to a bride once more but one of good for the dark King of the Underworld.

Under the cover of night, a group from the worshippers broke into the cottage and took her from to the darkened ruins they found her originally wandering. Forced Gleena to eat many pomegranates seeds and cast their spell.

In a drugged haze the young Irishwoman soon came to realise that she was in the Underworld with a gown fitting ancient wedding was on her.​

Personality:

Gleena Rory Finley is described to be the quieter type of woman, though very mature for her age—she's more than able to give an opinion on matter, though. In moments of leadership she's shown herself more that capable to lead people through several circumstances and works very well as a mentor to her peers in their time of need.

Considerably empathetic and kind towards others and all life around her. Gleena is regarded as a rather pleasant person to be around, and a good listener to those whom need it.

Although her rather mature demeanour—she holds an adventurous and sweet personality. Finding herself largely influenced by a larger imagination (which at times has gotten the better of her). Gleena is a good person to travel with because she isn't easily driven to boredom.

Her own curiosity has led to many new amazing finds, and surely many more to come.


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Gleena Rory Finley

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Eleanor Constance Sanders

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Vampire

Biography

 

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Brighton Waters

Fury is Ours​

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Never in her life did she picture herself in the lion's den—or so the Red Keep was now called at the end of Robert Baratheon's reign. In his place, sat a Lannister—his believed son and heir. A boy born of a lie, a vail and cruel creature that erased the truer Baratheon's that still roamed in lower classes.

The bastards—sixteen of them to be exact, left but the late King Robert. Yet, they'd miscounted one: for Brighton Waters didn't have the locks of her father as did many her now dead siblings. Her hair was of the embers in a fire warming a soul one a cold night, her eyes were those of the Stag. During the beginning of King Joffrey's reign, the young maiden learnt of her bloodline upon being rushed to safety by a spider of a Lord whose name always seemed to float amongst the streets of Flea Bottom.

It had been some weeks since she was slipped into the Red Keep under the role of becoming a maid to a man who once was a sellsword—now a turned knight under order of the King. Though the knight was rather doting on the maiden—it seemed to be in a strictly paternal or brotherly manner. He had dragged her out of the riots of Flea Bottom, along with Tyrion Lannister in the earlier days of their relationship as master and maid. Now, their relationship was something friendly and a non-romantic friendship: filled with her attending to him as a maid would and taking walks when the Ser so fit it.

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Brighton found herself walking in a gentle pace around the gardens—as she did on most days since her arrival. Often in varies company; most commonly other maidservants, and Ser Bronn of the Blackwater. Indeed, she was with the rougher looking man, whom wasn't in company of his employer for once.

Unspoken the beautiful doe listened to whatever story the man had to tell her that day, her beautiful blue eyes drinking in every aspect of the gardens once more. Each visit felt like she'd always find something new—and this time there were roses that bloomed beautifully in Lannister red. It had almost appeared though someone had taken the time to paint the stems a golden hue—forever capturing the red and gold of the rich lions that ruled King's Landing. She stopped only a mere moment to study such a bloom, her eyes concentrating on the dew droplets that were gracing the petals of the lush red rose.

"There are prettier rose that walks with me each day," Bronn spoke a flirtatiously joking manner to the young maid in his company. Brighton only did respond with a lightly smile tugging her supple lips of a soft pinkening hue.

"You're too kind," Brighton whispered to the man in a softness in her tone. Looking at him with a level of gentle curiosity to his kindness. Yet, never wanting to speak too loud in fear of embarrassment or being heard by the many ears that were open for the King, the King's Mother and the many members of the small council. So, quietly she continued her walk—taking no time to stop unless Ser Bronn did, or she was ordered to.

Hands clasped in front of her as she walked, the auburn beauty felt the breeze kiss her exposed shoulders and dance intimately with her curls. The sun's heat affectionately graced her freckled back, as her servant's gown showed more of what pale skin she was blessed with at birth. Lightness of the fabric hung neatly over her body, and the colouring was something that highly complimented her paler appearance.

Soon, her path was cut short by the appearance of a richly dressed blonde and two grim looking guards. Brighton found herself looking towards the boy she realised to be the King of the Seven. Lowering her gaze, she curtsied awkwardly, and event Bronn found himself offering greetings to the Boy King. Although, she uttered no words she kept her head lowered. Holding her position until being ordered to rise by the King.

Waters knew the importance of acting the loyal and submissive.

 

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Ramsay Bolton

Our Blades Are Sharp​

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Ramsay watched the snow fall from his newly taken Winterfell—cold eyes scanning the forests outside the walls of the vast keep. He called his victory with a great gift of marring and torturing the once proud Theon Greyjoy. Greyjoy was no more, however—in his place stood the quivering mess known as Reek.

A nervous piece of art if Ramsay had ever seen one—that Reek was.

Uncloaked and cold, he watched the broken man stand loyally behind him. The cold was a punishment or was it just something to amuse Roose Bolton's bastard. No one knew but the twisted mind that was Ramsay Bolton-Snow.

Standing there he watched his troops leave, and he smirked playfully. He was yet to join them on their hunt. Offering the thought of allowing them a head start because if one wasn't to get a kill—they'd be flayed alive on the very cross that graces his house's flag. Comfortably he pulled his cloak into a better placement—the thick black leather straps holding everything securely into its place. Eyes icy and cold as the snow that fell were cast to Reek, as he gave a boorish expression to the wimp.

"Be off with you Reek! Get my hunting bow!" He ordered watching the man so nervous quiver and slip down the stair he so apparently had forgotten were behind him. Leaning down Ramsay cast his gaze over the tumbling man, a sadistic smirk tugging at his cheek ever-so-slightly at each whimper passing the once proud man's lips.

"Good show, Reek!" Ramsay praised the whimpering mess after, he walked down the stone brick stairs to meet the weak and disturbed creature. Before, looking to Myranda waiting patiently for his arrival. Her blue eyes held a wildness the man could relate to and he found most enticing to share in a lover. Taking his bow and arrow casting from the woman, he moved towards his horse ready for the mount.

Drawing him himself upward, the newer stationed holder of the Winterfell Castle set off into the snow. Pleased to find his hunt and a kill that would be worth every bit of sadistic satisfaction it'd give him. Meeting his men nothing short of fifty metres from the castle, he watch as some set up their traps and snars—though the one that fell behind became a quick example to the others with an arrow being sent swiftly through his stomach and impaling him in the snow-covered earth.

Through the tree lines in the distance, he could see them—wildlings. A small pack of them making their way through hoping to make themselves a home away from the Wall.

A twisted smirk came to the bastard like a twisted thought. Wildlings would be their prey that day—and plenty would be having to be flayed for an example for others in the future. Ramsay thought cruelly to himself, before sending his men to fall back. He wanted to see if they'd indeed—fall into the set traps.

 

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Joffrey Baratheon

Hear Me Roar​

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Ark Waters

Fire and Blood​

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Morrigan Quinn

Morrigan smiled at Juniper's violent temper making an appearance— it happened to make things progress faster than what she was to expect most days. She heard the spell uttered and then the bathroom door slammed shut, following further through so did all the stalls leaving no place for the unworthy pureblood to hide. The eldest of the duo watched the girl by the sink with an eager gaze. Grabbing the locket from Juniper, she stepped forward backing the girl into a sink before thrusting the locket into her quivering hand.

"We need you to do something for us, unfortunately, you're the only one who can do it." Morrigan started with a dark smile, as she reached up touching the sickly girl's cheek. She eyed the girl for a time, seeing the darkness take hold of her. The locket planting the Dark Lord's words in her head. Though open think she didn't expect was that girl hand the strength to reject the dreadful words that swept through her ears. Gaunt almost seemed unmoved by the words, nor persuaded— which made Morrigan wonder if she was immune or something plagued the girl's mind enough to distract her.

Not amused by the results, Morrigan withdrew her wand looking toward the surprisingly resistant girl. A dark glint came into the taller girl's eyes, her wand at the ready. Then, she uttered that unforgiving word. "Imperio."

She watched the trance-like state of Persephone Gaunt become further apparent, horcrux still in hand. The cursed girl touched the locket, tracing the emerald S with a gentle fingertip. Her gaze no longer frightened held the state of a child, it was almost intriguing to watch the nature of the curse in lay bending at her Dark Lord's will. The suggestion being opening was planted by the very dark object, and the part of her Lord's soul Juniper kept carefully at her side.

A sliver like a hiss sounded from the girl holding the locket, "Abna" said the girl in a growing tone of darkness's influence. For a moment it appeared the words didn't work before the locket opened unleashing darkness into the air— and the sinks parting from their formation.

Morrigan watched with such amazement, as Gaunt walked toward the passage with such a cool pace. Before she knew it, the girl had slid down the tunnel. Which lead her to follow. Slipping through the end of the tunnel into a huge pile of bones, the girl looked down seeing the alarming number of bodies that were no more bone. It didn't stop her for long though when her sights caught Persephone walking towards a vault. Once more the girl spoke with a forked tongue, and the vault opened for the first time since the Dark Lord's first endeavours of cleansing Hogwarts of its filth.

Soon she was standing in the vault, walking through a long passage towards the huge craving of the Salazar Slytherin. At the beginning of the mouth opening Morrigan felt herself grow cold with fear. Something that didn't always strike the girl, but upon seeing the large snake slide out, she made a run for it. Using her wand to release Persephone from the spell once the orders were spoken to the giant snake. She left the girl in the chamber, on her open to discover what she'd just done.

Morrigan upon getting to the exit grabbed Juniper's hand and pulled her out of the bathroom in a hurry. "It is done."

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Mentions: Juniper Murray @Ghostly Boo + Persephone Gaunt
Location: Second-floor girls bathroom —> Chamber of Secrets

Credit: @Lillian Gray

 

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Ivar Ragnulf

The usually occupied Swed didn't know what to make of his sudden burst of freedom—every one of his friend's appeared to have their own plans about Hogsmeade. Each enjoying a different quirk about the ever so busy place.

Cyrus liked the peace and quiet of the Hogs Head Tavern, over The Three Broomsticks. Tasha wasn't ever really that picky when they went into town—although he often kept close by Cy. Jasper and Joan seemed to no matter what find themselves in some sort or trouble. It enough so that it appeared the larger populous of Hogsmeade knew who they were and what kind of misfortune they bought along.

As for Ivar—he wasn't quite sure what he liked or disliked. He was never fussing on where to go or what to do the other times he went to Hogsmeade with friends.

Maybe, it was because of the different reason they called the field trip in the first place led him to think over these things? Ivar didn't know either of the students who were found under strange circumstances personally—but he knew of people who did.

Lauren Harrison and Rory Thomson, Ivar thought over the names being read out the following morning after they were found. Professors were asking if anyone noticed a strangeness out of the air and more concerningly towards the students that were affected. The boy could only imagine what some of their friends were going through—well mostly the bubbly Hufflepuff's friends… Because Ivar couldn't even recall if Thomson had any friends at all.

Anyhow, Ivar was somewhat glad for the mental break. The troublemakers, and extras—who seemed to be the misfortunate ones often. It allowed him some breathing space, and a chance to think over his feelings that had begun to boil to the surface more profoundly.

His amber eyes scoped around the town before he noticed the sobbing Head Girl and in the most unlikely of company. A bright pink skinned boy—with a boyish but sweet grin. Trying to helplessly make the situation better than it possibly was. Taking his chance at assisting cheering up Anastasia, Ivar wandered to the pink Ravenclaw and the sobbing girl.

Coughing into his hand to clear his throat, as much as announcing his arrival—not that he really needed to. It just helped with the welling nervousness inside him. "A gift for Lauren?" He asked the girl pointing to the cutely crafted toad toy, and the beautiful blue ribbon that was similar cheery redhead's ever so striking eyes.

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Location: Hogsmeade, Outside Toy Shop
Mentions: Tasha Wolfe (@Vinn ), Jasper Grey (@Ghostly Boo ), Cyrus Grey (Me), Joan Lambert (@Adrian ), Lauren Harrison (Me), Elliot Graves (@Ghostly Boo ), Anastasia Fitzgerald (Me) and Rory Thomson (@Adrian )
Interactions: Elliot Graves & Anastasia Fitzgerald

Credit: @Lillian Gray

 

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Jasper Grey

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Rowan the Toad

- A GMPC POST: Lauren's Missing Toad -

For all that had search high and low for the missing little Toad, they had forgotten one important feature of the creature. In a mishap from a transfiguration spell the toad was like no other, he had sprouted wings of a dragon and horns like a beast.

It was unbelievably simple what happened the night Lauren was petrified by the unknown sources. The little toad found himself searching for assistance—someone to help the little bubbly Hufflepuff that kept his company for the last several years of his long life. After all, it seemed the toad wasn't all that he appeared to be…

Which lead him to that day, settled down on a barrel in Hogsmeade munching away on a Pickett—one of the many beasts that Piper Ryeland had in her possession. That was until the hungry and impatient toad found the creature, that is… Swallowing his freshly caught meal, the inquisitive toad hopped down from his barrel, and went off to investigate what could save the young girl he learnt to care about so much.

Little did he know that people were on the search to reunite him with his fallen owner.

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Location: Hogsmeade

 

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Original By: @Spectre of the Fade
Character By: @Ghostly Boo
Edits By: Me

 

[Bubs]

ELLIOT GRAVES
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Original By: @Lillian Gray
Character By: @Ghostly Boo
Edits By: Me